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"Hello," said Charles when he picked up his phone.

"Hi, Dad!" answered a young, feminine voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry sweetheart. I didn't recognize you."

Charles was having breakfast at his table. His newspaper now lay next to his cup of tea and toast.

"So, how are you?"

"Fine, but what about you? Are you okay? Your sister, too? Is everything alright over there?" Charles started to panic.

"Dad, please, I'm fine! I just have some news. Anna and I will come home this Saturday."

"Sybil, that's nice! Maybe I could take you and Anna out for dinner?" Charles was smiling. His girls were coming home.

"How long will you stay?"

"Just for the weekend." Charles was disappointed.

"Oh, okay..."

"Dad, it's almost the holidays., Anna and I will there the whole time."

"Yeah, sweetheart, I know. Will you drive or take the train?"

"Train."

"Do you want me to pick you up at the train station?"

"I don't know. Anna has to call mum today, so I will let you know..."

Charles had a good picture in mind. Elsie and him, hand in hand, going to pick up their daughters, and drive to THEIR home, talking and laughing.

"Right. Just send me a text soon and tell your mother that I don't mind picking you up."

Sybil stayed silent before adding.

"Speaking of mum, did you see her at Violet and Igor's party?"

Charles was a little taken aback by the question.

"Yes, yes, she was there. She came with Beryl and Bill."

"Were you with Chloé?"

"No! I mean, no, I was not." Charles was blushing.

"How was she?"

"Who?"

"Surely she doesn't mean Chloé right?" Charles thought.

"Mum!"

"Oh, good, well, she seemed fine."

"Of course she was. Did you talk?"

"Yeah, a little."

"Right, I have to go. See you on Saturday then. Bye, Daddy."

"Okay, bye, sweetheart. Love you."

"Me, too." Then Sybil hung up.

Charles felt... weird. This call had been weird.

"Okay, Sybil is coming, with her sister. She called me, and Anna will call Elsie. They're coming for the weekend. Nothing weird in that. But why did she ask all these questions? And that tone when she said, "Of course she was." What does that mean? Of course she was fine, because of what? Because of the party? Because of that man? Because she saw me?"

Charles shook his head, and took a sip of his tea, now gone cold.

"Stop dreaming, Charles. You see her sometimes, and that's enough. And as Sybil said, she is fine. She must even be happy. Maybe that guy is better than me..."

Charles looked down at his phone. Chloé's number was on the screen.

"Hi, Chloé."

"Hey, do you feel better?" Chloé hadn't called him since he had escaped the day before.

"Much better, thank you. How are you? You're up early for a Monday."

"Yeah I know, but I wanted to call you before you head up for your office. I wanted to tell you that I have to take some pictures for a magazine next Monday, but I'll take the train on Sunday."

"Oh, okay. Well, my daughters are coming this Saturday. Maybe I can take you all for dinner?"

Charles regretted his words as soon as they came out his mouth. He had never really thought about Chloé meeting his girls.

Chloé was silent.

"You... You want me to meet your daughters?"

"I, well, I wanted to have dinner with you on Saturday, but I would like to see my daughters, too. They leave on Sunday."

Chloé seemed to think about it. Charles stayed silent. No matter what the answer would be, it would mean something in their relationship.

"Yes, why not?"

"Really? Well, I will pick you up at 7:00. Then we can get them."

Charles could hear Chloé's smile in her answer.

"Yeah, and after dinner, you can drive me home, where we can spend the night together, absolutely not asleep, and you can show me just how much you missed me."

Charles felt something inside. He didn't want to associate a dinner with his daughters and the promise of all night sex. A least not proposed like that, and not by Chloé.

"And who do you think you'll spend the night with?" Charles thought. "It's not like before when you took your girls out."

When Sybil and Anna came back during their holidays, he would pick them up, take them to a restaurant, then a cinema, and sometimes, when they insisted, he would take them to a club. A club where his daughters danced together with his wife, and he would sit at the bar with a glass, watching them. And keeping an eye on men who would come too close to one of his girls. Especially the married one. He hated it, when guys came close to Elsie to dance. Took her hands and smiled at her, or worse, came behind her and put their hands on her hips. That made him so jealous. So angry. He never considered Elsie HIS propriety, she was not HIS thing. But yes, he was jealous.

He remembered one night at a club some years ago.

A guy was behind Elsie, dancing. Their daughters were dancing with other girls at the other end of the dance floor. This young man had his hands on Elsie's hips, almost on her tights. She had her arms up and was singing. She was a little drunk. Suddenly, the guy pressed her back against his chest, and his hands travelled to touch her bottom. Elsie turned around in his arms. She obviously wanted to push his hands off of her, but the guy took her arms and put them around his neck. At this moment, Charles stood up and was on the dance floor immediately. He pushed the guy on his chest rather roughly, but took care to not touch Elsie.

"Hey! Keep calm, we did nothing wrong." The man was clearly drunk.

"No, nothing wrong. Just keep your hands to yourself." Charles warned him.

"She seemed to enjoy our dance, actually." Charles looked angrily at the guy. He felt Elsie's look on him, but decided to ignore it. He didn't want her to think that he was angry with her.

"Dance, yes, but you wanted more than a simple dance, right?"

"Well, she is kinda hot..." The young man looked at Elsie with a smile that he probably thought was sexy. But she tried to contain her laugh.

"Yeah, I know that. She is kinda my wife." Charles took Elsie's hand and led her to the bar.

That night when they got home, Elsie and Charles made love. Not tenderly, not roughly, just passionately. Charles whispering, "I love you. I love you so much," to Elsie's neck. And Elsie moaning, "I'm yours, I'm all yours," in Charles's ear.

When Chloé realised that Charles wasn't going to answer she laughed.

"Okay, so see you Saturday night, Charles. Bye."

With that, she hung up. Charles stared at his phone.

"Bloody hell! This day will be weird."